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... liar contours of the yellow plain and the forming dark clouds began to appear.
The mark on his hand remained quiet now, only a faint residual warmth, a reminder that there would be more natural formations, but none very close for the time being.
Soon, thoughts about it and about the mark faded temporarily from Kyrian’s mind.
And what emerged were thoughts about three things.
The tournament. The Blood Court. And Dong Zhen.
In the sky, the black-winged horse ...
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